No Chains
Sometimes I feel constrained by rhyme, rhythm and form
As if this one will be the magic that transforms and rises above
Sometimes I feel constrained by words I know to fit in this space or that wishing for a vocabulary unhinged
Sometimes I feel constrained by expectations, by convention and by the other who will read these words
When inspired by another who uses a pen to dance
Who spills themselves and their imagination onto pages
I want to sit in a corner and write and write
Digging for treasure
Buried beyond my feelings
Beyond my vocabulary
Beyond expectations and conventions
Where life forms
And beauty arises in the mist
Dec 26
Copyright © Gordon Martin | Year Posted 2018
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